In the Passenger Seat

Summary: The final battle is over and the school term has begun. Dumbledore is still alive. To everyone's surprise, a few Slytherins have returned, including Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

Chapter One: Death Eater Conventions

The train whistle blew, kids giving their parents one last hug and excitedly hugging friends. Life was so happy for most students these days. With the defeat of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, everyone stopped living in fear. Dumbledore had reopened the school and allowed many students back. Even Draco and I. Hell, Draco even got Head Boy. Why? We don't know. Our families were big Death Eater clans, which were destroyed in the final battle.

"Blaise, are you dreaming again? Hey look, it's Pothead and the Weasel with the ever so famous know-it-all. They're staring at us."

Indeed they were. They probably thought we were dead or in Azkaban. Not yet.

"Who cares Draco? They can stare at us as much as they want because we are staying here and that's it."

"I can't take it Blaise. Can I yell at them or something? I hate being stared at."

"What here then."

With that I got up and walked out of the compartment. If they wanted an explanation, I'd give them one. When they noticed me walking to their compartment they looked away. I opened the door and sat next to Granger.

"Had enough fun staring at us yet? I know I am attractive but come on."

Potter and Weasley stood up. Ok, I think I'm getting cornered.

"Potter, what do you want to know? Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Draco's Head Boy and we are both in all the advanced classes. Sons of Death Eaters."

"You know what Zabini? You are exactly right," Potter said, "And I don't care that the war is over, the battle between you, Malfoy and me is still going on and when it ends is when you leave this school forever. I hate you, you bloody Death Eater."

At that moment Blaise flipped. He was not like his father. He leaped up to attack Potter but someone held him back.

"Come on Blaise. We don't need to explain ourselves to this scum. They're not worth it. We know why we are here and that's good enough."

As Draco and Blaise were walking out, Ron shouted, "See you at the next Death Eater convention", which earned him Blaise's middle finger and a death glare from Draco. Blaise knew Draco was right. Why did he have to explain himself? He fought for the Order. His life had been horrible but that's a short story for another day. There weren't many Slytherins left as most had left or been expelled. There was only Blaise, Draco, a fourth year and whatever first years got placed in Slytherin.

Blaise and Draco had gone to Dumbledore last year and explained that they wanted out from their families and home life. That they would openly fight for the Order. They insulted no one, they hardly spoke to anyone but themselves. The war had begun and they each killed their fathers.

When they arrived to Hogwarts, the two boys got out of the train and jumped into the horseless carriage. Of course Blaise and Draco could see the Thestrals. When they got to the castle they ran through the Entrance Hall, soaking wet as usual. They entered the Great Hall and sat at the Slytherin table. Wow, a total of three people. Real impressive. After the Sorting, Slytherin received ten new students.

The feast had begun and all eyes were on Blaise and Draco.

"Draco, get them to stop before I stab out their eyeballs with this very fork."

"Hey, everyone, we know we're sexy but you should really take a picture, it would last longer!"

Everyone instantly looked at their food.

"Thanks mate,"

"No problem Blaise, this year's going to be tough enough but it's out seventh year. A whole year. Let the torture begin."

"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better. See you tomorrow."

Blaise got up and started walking to his common room. He was grabbed and pushed against a wall. A punch to the face, stomach, a kick in the shins and I was on the ground. Potter and Weasley.

"Don't mess with us Zabini."

"I didn't Potter. I don't need this bull crap. I got it enough at home and now I get it at Hogwarts. If you hate me so much, just leave me alone."

"You're a liar. You weren't beaten at home. You're the rich kid remember?"

"Oh yeah, Daddy's little Death Eater," Ron commenting, finally.

"Potter, Weasley, go ask Dumbledore. Can I go now before I start coughing up blood?"

Potter and Weasley walked away, probably to 'consult' Dumbledore. What a bunch of gits.

I got to the common room and passed out.